Текст песни Mr. 3-2 - 2 Hell and Back
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[Mr. 3-2]We having it, flossing on Madison feeling greatEveryday in the mall, we ball and parlaySipping drank blowing hay, doja in my ashtrayKeeping my composure, but I would never ever stayI cried lied, just to get moneyWalking round like a zombie, messing up like a dummyThe man took it all from me, cause I wasn`t showing loveNow I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back rubsIn the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoesBidness before pleasure, real playas get choseNeck chest and wrist froze, but what do it all meanThe cash the cream, staying focused with ghetto dreamsMaking green ice and platinum, fill the invisible setDiamonds I`m shining steady grinding, is you feeling me yetTrillion cut, ear rings that blingAll up in ya face, cause she`s a mazarelli rule everything[Hook - 2x]I done been to hell and back, but now my life on trackThe root of all evil, I gotta have thatSitting on stacks, counting mazarelli cheeseThe money the feddy the paper, having it like a disease[Mr. 3-2]Now money plus attitude, equals boss hoggingReal gon be real, and the fake keep fallingNo stalling big balling, U-Hauling workIn a disguise Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirtsPig on my head, and a cowboy hatWaiting at the police, touching down on where the cash atGotta have that playboy, every nickel and dimeI`m still struggling and hustling out here like you, trying to get mineOn my own time, looking to see a better tomorr-aBoss of all bosses, I don`t take I give ordersAssets with your broads, and my vocab pay the rentNever forget the times, when my pockets was stuffed with lintHeaven sent Mr. 3-2, I`ve been through itPut it down it go down, but stay true to itLife the game, it`s a whole lot of pressureBe smart, cause the dramas of the world will test ya[Hook - 2x][Mr. 3-2]I got the game checkmate, building clientele state to stateMoving legal weight, like cd`s and tapesBetter repeats our pocket, it profit all dayPromoting and politicing, shows up the highwayDon`t play with my, big face dollar signsScratching and biting to get it, and grindIt all come in time busting a mind, how it use to beNow-a-days I got a lil` some`ing, better to seeAnd look forward to, cause ain`t nothing promisedBut death and the Penitentiary, that could find usGraduated with honors, or didn`t graduate at allI know how to go get it, so I know how to ballNever fall or U-Haul, more work than 18 wheelersAnd gotta be strapped, cause the jealous wanna kill usFill us with lies, rumors and allegationsCause boys and broads in the streets, these days be hating[Hook - 2x]